𖦹 앤더슨 anderson taylor - I will take care of you
summary; Your boyfriend Anderson, an aspiring idol, wants to spend his free time with you, but you refuse to meet up. Naturally, he decides to come to your dorm to find out the reason why.
warnings; fluff, broken arm, a kiss, petnames, worried, thoughtful lover
pairings; trainee boyfriend!anderson x trainee fem!reader
I glanced at my phone ringing on the nightstand and let out a whimpering sound. Putting down the book I was holding in my left hand, I reached for the phone with that same hand.
Although I was happy to see who was calling, deep down I felt sad because I was about to lie. I pressed the green button with my thumb and held the phone to my ear.
"Hey beautiful, how are you?" I smiled as Anderson began speaking in her bubbly voice. "I'm good, Andy; how are you?" After chatting about random things for a while, she asked the crucial question.
"Practice is over and they let us go, so my day is completely free. Guess who I want to spend my day with?" Closing my eyes, I leaned my head against the headboard with a smile on my face. Just as I was about to speak, she chimed in again with that same enthusiastic tone.
"MY GIRLFRIEND, OF COURSE!" I burst into involuntary laughter; I loved it when she was like this.
Pouting my lips, I stretched out fully on the bed before answering. "I'm not free today, sweetie—I'm sorry," I said, my voice sounding a bit tearful.
"Oh, why? I thought you were at the company, but I went there and the girls said you hadn't come in today. Did something happen? Are you okay?" I had strictly told the girls not to mention my broken arm to Anderson.
"I had the day off today, baby; I stayed at the dorm." She made a thoughtful sound before speaking again. "Why are the girls at the company?" Andy was always a curious person, and that curiosity doubled when it came to me.
Rolling my eyes while still smiling, I answered her question: "It was their recording day; mine is next week, Andy." I wrinkled my nose when I heard the grin in the voice on the other end.
"In that case, I'm coming over to the dorm. I absolutely have to see you today—not only have I missed you a lot, but next month we'll be in the studio full-time for the final preparations on the debut album." I took a deep breath and thought about what kind of excuse I could come up with.
"Not today; we have to head to the show's taping once the girls arrive." Anderson let out an exasperated sigh and fell silent; after listening to the sounds of him walking for a moment, he spoke again with the same enthusiastic tone he’d used earlier.
"I don't care. I'm coming over to the dorm; we've got time before the girls get there. Is there anything you want, babe?"
"Andy, no, honey, not today..." Before I could finish, he said, "Okay, I'm grabbing your favorite meal and rushing right over. Love you, see you soon, mwah." He hung up on me; I pulled the phone away from my ear, stared at the screen for a moment, locked it, and rested my arm against my head.
I hadn't told him my arm was practically broken because I didn't want him to worry. If I told him, he’d start fussing over me even more than my mom did, and he’d likely neglect his own schedule. That was something I honestly didn't want at all.
I lay in bed, wondering what I’d do when he arrived. Carefully minding my arm, I got up, placed the book I’d left on the bed onto the nightstand, straightened the covers, and walked out of my dorm room toward the living area.
I sprawled out on the L-shaped sofa, turned on the TV, and started watching something. Half an hour later, the doorbell rang; I jumped, accidentally banging my head against the back of the sofa a couple of times.
I turned off the TV, stood up, and walked quickly to the door. Opening it just a crack, I kept my broken arm hidden behind the doorframe and looked at my boyfriend, who was grinning and holding up bags of chicken.
As soon as I saw him, a smile spread across my face; I leaned my head against the door and gazed at him. "You never listen to me, do you?" Ignoring my remark, he leaned in and kissed my cheek. "There *are* times I listen, you know—don't go being unfair to me now."
I stayed by the doorway, watching him; he looked at me blankly and waved his hand. "So... aren't you going to let me in?" I pouted slightly and opened the door just wide enough for him to enter, while I remained hidden behind it.
He stepped inside, looking at me—now tucked away behind the door—with a puzzled expression. As he began pulling the door toward himself with his free hand, I held onto it with my good hand, wearing an innocent smile.
"Let go of the door, YN." I shook my head, adding a playful flutter of my eyelashes to my smile. "No—stop looking at me like that and come out from behind the door, sweetheart." Naturally, I refused to let go and kept looking at him with the same expression.
He sighed, placed the bag of food onto the nearby shoe cabinet, and pulled the door toward himself with both hands. As his mouth dropped open in surprise, I pulled my good hand away, and he closed the door.
Upon seeing my broken arm, he instinctively started to reach for it but stopped himself, his gaze shifting back and forth between me and my arm. He rested one hand over his mouth, while the back of his other hand supported the elbow of the arm covering his mouth.
"Are you kidding me?" I huffed and rolled my eyes. "I mean, it’s not like I did it on purpose."
"We haven't seen each other for just two days—when and how did you manage to break your arm?" I pressed my lips together and looked down at my arm.
"I basically face-planted on the ground..." She uncrossed her arms, cupped my cheeks in her hands, kissed my forehead, and then wrapped her arms around me for a hug. Before fully embracing me, she took a step back with her legs and torso, resting only her forehead against mine.
"You could have told me." I wrapped my uninjured arm around her waist and rested my head on her chest. "I didn't want you to worry; you get anxious so easily." She pulled away, rolled her eyes, and—using one hand to nudge the bag I was holding and the other to push gently on my shoulder—steered me along.
"Alright, come on, let's get you something to eat."
I looked up at my tall girlfriend walking behind me and blew her a kiss. "Will you make ramen, too?" She laughed, leaned down to kiss my cheek, and nodded.
Wrinkling my nose, I let her push me down onto the sofa I had just stood up from. "You sit tight; I'll make us some ramen and be right back." As she headed toward the kitchen, I got up from the sofa and followed her like a duckling trailing its mother. When she turned around and saw me coming, she threw her head back and started to laugh.
When we entered the kitchen, he held me by the waist and lifted me onto the counter; then, he filled a pot with water and set it on the stove to boil. After taking the ramen out of the drawer and placing it on the counter, he stepped in between my legs. Resting his elbows on the counter and placing his hands on my hips, he fixed his gaze on me.
"So, tell me—how did you break it?" I stuck out my tongue and ruffled his blonde hair with my uninjured hand. "My foot slipped during practice, and I fell onto it." He sighed and gently pressed his lips against my bandaged arm.
"You need to be careful, sweetheart; why aren't you more cautious? You shouldn't wear those shoes again—the ones you were wearing when you slipped. Had the floor just been mopped, or..." Realizing he wasn't going to stop talking, I silenced him by pressing my lips against his.
I pulled back slightly, placed my hand under his chin, and caressed his cheek with my thumb. "Okay, I'll be careful from now on. There's no need for you to worry or overthink all this, Andy." He straightened up until our faces were level and brushed the hair back from my face.
"Do you want me to tie your hair up?" I nodded quickly and held out the arm where I wore my hair tie. He took the black elastic band from my wrist, stood up fully, and swept my hair back. Carefully gathering it into a bun, he secured it with the tie. Since he was leaning close to my face while doing this, I took great pleasure in studying his features. After tying up my hair, I gave his lips another quick peck and pulled away.
"I love you." As his smile widened, he quickly pressed his lips against mine and echoed, "I love you too, sweetheart."
When we heard the sound of the water boiling, we both turned our heads toward the stove. Andy opened the ramen packets on the counter, emptied them into the pot, and began stirring with chopsticks he’d taken from the drawer.
While adding the ramen seasoning and waiting for it to cook, he told me about what they had done at practice that day. Once the ramen was ready, he dished it into bowls and walked toward the living room. I slowly hopped off the counter and followed him.
After placing the bowls on the coffee table, he took the chicken out of the bag, unwrapped it, and set it on the table. He helped me sit down, then took a seat beside me; holding his chopsticks, he brought a piece of spicy chicken toward my mouth, cupping his other hand underneath to catch any drips.
"Open up." Laughing, I opened my mouth; he popped the chicken in, and I began to chew with delight. I closed my eyes and hummed in appreciation.
He wiped a smudge of sauce from the corner of my mouth with his thumb, then brought his finger to his lips and sucked it clean. When I shyly turned my head away, he held my chin and gently turned my face back toward his.
"Eat your food first; you can be shy later." I nudged his arm with my elbow, chewed the chicken thoroughly, and swallowed. "Just feed me and stop making me blush! You eat, too." Using the same chopsticks, he scooped up some ramen and shoveled it into his own mouth.
When he tried to speak with food in his mouth, I lightly tapped his lips before he could even open them. "I told you not to talk while you have food in your mouth, Andy." He nodded quickly, gave my cheek a playful pinch, wrapped a bit of ramen around his chopsticks, and held it out to my lips.
After we finished eating, he stayed with me until the girls arrived and Anderson's manager called to scold him. While he finished up and I tidied the kitchen, we stayed together and talked about our future plans. In this way, we managed to make the most of a long day before our next meeting a month later.
Hii 💗💗 I hope you enjoyed reading this. I didn't actually have this idea in mind originally, but since it happened to my own wrist, I thought it was a good idea and decided to write about it. see you soooooon
